The Landscaper's Assistant Looks Down

All the modestly expensive,
lavishly landscaped
artificial gardens
of this overweight white man's back yard,
all the concrete and clipped grass,
beds of perennials around the long blue
pool-cover, holly trees
along the low brick wall, all of it—
including my six bucks an hour—
all of it is worth
less than the four severed fingers
of a small, wet
brilliantly patterned toad
panting in the pinestraw, still in shock
from my too close,
too quick
shovel-thrust